Sel. To you? Who is Lottie, then?
Blith. My daughter! Of course!
Sel. Your daughter? Then who the devil is in that room? (Going to door meets Lottie Blithers.) This is not the young woman I met—this is not my Lottie! (Lottie crosses to Fred.)
Fred. No! She’s mine. It’s all serene, don’t worry yourself! (Putting arm round her waist.)
Sel. But I do worry myself—and it is not all serene—for I have just confessed to my wife!
Fred. Well?
Sel. Well! And I shouldn’t have done so if I hadn’t thought the real girl I met was in that room—I have given myself away, that’s what I have done!
Enter Dibbs—to Fred.
Dibbs. Please, sir, here’s Captain Katskill called for you!
Fred. I had forgotten my duel!